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if i contemplate the world
i see big trees and deep valleys
I see pink skies and gray days
i see mirages of people
the blur of broken spirits
i see cruelty and poetry
i see me
standing on the edge of cliff
reaching out
and yet nothing is there
no one to catch me
and people are falling
almost everywhere
i look up
and men in dark suits
are dining at tables
with silver and gold
on puffy white clouds
floating by
laughing and crying
at the very same time
so maybe that is hope…